I have a fairy story for you.
Way back, in the distant mists of time, way back in the days of side fringes and skinny jeans, there was a happy little sex fairy who flittered about and did her best to spread joy from one end of the country to the other. Unfortunately, she flew too close to the sun, fried her wings a little bit and then fell into the depths of despair when people who didn’t believe that she had a right to be herself in a world that doesn’t believe in fairies captured her. They nailed her to the floorboards to keep her grounded and stop her from flying away again. They attached weights to her, scrubbed the shimmer off her skin, and told her that fairies are not real.
People who believed in eugenics and coercive control more than they believe in the rights of little fairies forced her to stop living her happy and hedonistic little life because they believed it wasn’t Proper to be so happy, so carefree, so curious or so kind. She scared them, with her smiles and her sparkle. They couldn’t shame her, they couldn’t control her, and they could see that she didn’t care much about keeping both feet firmly on the ground, because fairies usually fly, so that sort of thing doesn’t concern them much.
Anyway, she escaped their clutches, (a tale for another day perhaps) rebuilt her wings, found her sparkle again and recharged all of her magic wands, and now she’s back, with some stories to share, and a new outlook on life. She climbed out of the cage they put her in, gathered her lost thoughts and hopes and the shards of her dreams, and she put them back together, and in the wreckage of her old life she found new information, and it strengthened her and showed her that the dull and hopeless ground dwellers had no right and no good reason to have harmed her – they just cannot stand to watch fairies shimmer and flit about in total defiance of gravity, it irks them, so they try to convince fairies that flying is uncouth and unnecessary.
One of the things she loved about her life was sharing her many adventures, and another was making new friends whereever she went, and she is very excited to crack the spine on this new chapter of life, and to write you into her adventures if you’d like to come along for the ride.
The little sex fairy is me, of course, and I have missed my adventurous and silly little life, and of course all attempts to make me be Proper failed bloody miserably, because some of us were put on this earth to fly around by the seat of our pants, or to avoid pants entirely, not to be boring little handmaidens who uphold Civilisation.
Fuck civilisation, and fuck being Proper. Come and be wild and make some magic with me.
Lani xx